This sect is going against the sky

Seeing Xiao Qingjiao's embarrassed expression, Gong Lingshuang was secretly delighted, wiped away a little tear that overflowed from the corner of her eyes, took the opportunity to throw out an olive branch, and said in a persuasive way:

"My palace lord and you are pretty close, why don't you consider joining my palace lord's sect?"

She tried her best to sound friendly, but Xiao Qingjiao was sympathetic at all, pulled Lin Fan's sleeve and turned her head, pointing the back of her head directly at her.

"The weasel has no good intentions in wishing the chicken a New Year greeting!"

Gong Lingshuang put her hot face on her cold ass, and seeing Xiao Qingjiao's look of needing to be beaten, her eyes turned cold, but she was not in a hurry to attack, but the hand hidden in the sleeve was tight He clenched into a fist, and didn't even notice that his nails dug into the flesh.

You little bastard, it's best not to fall into the hands of the palace lord, otherwise you will have to live or die.

"Boy, you've heard it all. It's not that this pavilion master won't let you go, but that your suzerain doesn't want you to live. Don't hate the wrong person in hell." Although the words were addressed to Fenghuang, Yuan Xiao's gaze was It always landed on Lin Fan's body, with a mocking arc on his face.

The long knife stood horizontally and moved closer to Hei Fenghuang's neck, but he didn't notice that Hei Fenghuang, whose eyes were closed tightly, had slowly opened them at this moment, and a pair of sky-gray eyes glowed with indifference.

The blade slashed across, and pieces of feathers scattered down. Hei Fenghuang didn't know where the strength came from, and suddenly turned around and forced towards the blade, directly wiping his neck under the eyes of everyone.

The light of the knife flashed, and the black blood splashed, dyeing the yellow sand all over the ground red, and the strong smell of blood permeated the air.

Everything just happened between lightning and flint, so that no one had time to stop it.

"Xuan Cang!" Lin Fan's eyes moved slightly.

"No, stop!"

Little Lolita screamed in shock, covering her mouth with big drops of tears falling down.

Seeing the hill-like body of the black phoenix lying in a pool of blood, the expressions on everyone's faces looked complicated.

"Tsk tsk~ It's really pitiful!"

Bei Mingyuan's body was affected, and there was a bit of schadenfreude in his tone.

"Isn't it? I said that I was my apprentice before, but in the end it was just a joke." Gong Lingshuang echoed.

She slapped her nose with her hands in disgust, stared at Xiao Qingjiao, who was sitting on the ground with a shocked face, and said implyingly: "Following the wrong person, sometimes That is the greatest tragedy."

"It seems that you have not learned the previous lesson."

Lin Fan looked at the corpse of the phoenix lying in a pool of blood, and his aura suddenly soared. Although his tone was still calm, the cold air emanating from his body could not be ignored at all.

Hearing this, Yuan Xiao couldn't help laughing, "Boy, we were careless before, so we fell into your way. Otherwise, relying on you, trying to trap us is simply daydreaming!"

After the words fell, the whole person had already left the place, like a sharp sword out of its sheath, rushing to Lin Fan in the blink of an eye.

The bright light of the saber cut through Chang Ye and slashed straight down towards him.

At the same time, Bei Mingyuan waved his spear and swept from the side, with the sound of breaking wind, a black shadow covered his head, and Feng Zhengquan's wine gourd also fell towards him.

When Gong Lingshuang turned her hands, countless silver needles shone brightly under the moonlight, like a big net bag spread out to cover the hood.

Almost all escape routes were blocked.

However, just when everyone felt that Lin Fan was absolutely dead, the space around Lin Fan suddenly became blurred and distorted.

The long knife in Yuan Xiao's hand had already arrived in front of Lin Fan in the blink of an eye. The long knife came down in an almost destructive posture with incomparable power, but it was within a foot of Lin Fan. When the distance was reached, it suddenly stopped.

Instead of cutting in the air, it seemed to be cutting on a ball of cotton. There was a feeling of being powerless, and what made him even more horrified was that his movements became extremely slow.

"Boy, what did you do?"

Yuan Xiao cried out in shock.

At the same time, there were bursts of piercing sounds in the ear, and Gong Lingshuang's silver needle had already shot over.

The silver light flashed in front of his eyes, submerging into this blurred area of ​​space, but it didn't touch Lin Fan's clothes, and he disappeared like a mud cow into the sea.

Lin Fan didn't answer him, and turned the folding fan in his hand to block the spear that swept from Beimingyuan.

With a light push, the person was pushed back, and the folding fan lightly picked the wine gourd above the head, and the stopper of the wine gourd was accidentally knocked out.

Turning around several times in mid-air, the wine was spilled everywhere, and then it slammed down precisely in the direction where Feng Zhengquan was.

"My wine!"

Looking at the spilled wine on the floor, Feng Zhengquan sniffled his nose, couldn't help a burst of heartache, and the muscles on his face trembled accordingly, looking like he was really out of breath.

After finally flying to catch the wine gourd, seeing that there was not a drop of wine left in it, his face suddenly turned from red to green again.

"Boy, dare to touch my wine, I will fight with you!"

As he said that, he rolled up his sleeves and rushed directly towards Lin Fan.

When Feng Zhengquan caught the wine gourd, Lin Fan had already confronted Bei Mingyuan head-on, and the two sides had passed more than ten moves in the blink of an eye.

Where the spear passed, the sound of breaking wind continued to come, and the Jidao Emperor Soldiers were infused with spiritual power, and the power they exerted was enough to distort and deform the space.

Lin Fan flipped the fan over, and was able to defuse the opponent's attack without a single blow.

But at this moment, Bei Mingyuan became more and more anxious.

Although the two had gone through more than a dozen moves, he was surprised to find that he didn't even touch a piece of the opponent's clothes despite his seemingly swift attack.

This situation is said to be a coincidence, even if he himself does not believe it.

And other than that, there is only one possibility left, the boy in front of him is not showing all his strength.

This kind of cognition made Bei Mingyuan's complexion involuntarily serious.

Originally thought that Lin Fan's previous victory was just a fluke, but now it seems that it is not quite accurate.

"Fellow Daoist, this kid still has strength to spare, be careful!"

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Feng Zhengquan's delirious appearance, and was about to run to his death when he ran up, Bei Mingyuan raised his brows slightly as a reminder.

However, it was still a step too late.

At this time, Feng Zhengquan was completely enraged, how could he listen to such words, he rushed up with a sword in his hand, but just as he rushed in front of Lin Fan, a flash of light suddenly flashed in front of his eyes.

In that blurred and distorted area of ​​space, countless silver needles suddenly shot out of thin air.

Misfortune happens only in an instant.